Passing the day
Smoking on the porch with a 22oz and listening to Spalding Gray
Waiting for the hour when the creatures come crawling from their caves.
No one has nothing to say.
It's just another perfect day
Frying up last night's dinner with the scrambled eggs.
Trying harder now than ever to afford to act our age.
Doing my best to live as I've been told a young American ought to:
Talk no bullshit, carry a big stick
Turn a little bit away to have when you're older.
The past is the ashes we make of our youth
But nothing, know nothing, no nothing makes it any less true...
I am nothing without you.
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